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NERO’S GAME CHAPTER 77: You've changed; I learned
CHAPTER 77: You've changed; I learnedThe evening air was heavy when Nero entered the mansion. His gait was measured but laced with fury. All through the journey home, he had been going over what Luigi had said about him destroying Olivia all by himself. Nero was not a man who cared what died in his path. But this time, the thought of being the one that might eventually destroy a human life made him upset and uneasy. He was almost scared. That was the thing about Olivia. She kept bringing out sides of him he never knew existed.Nico was already waiting for him in the courtyard, arms folded, his usual impassive expression betraying not even the faintest hint of tension, despite the urgency of the call he had made to him only minutes ago. The Italian don's knuckles were still raw from Luigi’s face, his jaw set, golden eyes gleaming like a blade in the overhead car lights. He flexed his gloved hands and then pushed open the door as soon as the driver killed the engine.The headlights cut
NERO’S GAME CHAPTER 76: Your darkness will consume her
CHAPTER 76: Your darkness will consume herNero stalked after Luigi again, his long strides relentless, and grabbed him. This time, he dragged him across the nightclub floor by his hair, pulling him over the shards of glass and debris that now littered the nightclub floor. Luigi grunted in pain, but it didn’t seem to stop his cousin. The lights overhead painted the trail in lurid color, blue, red, violet, like a sick CHAPTER 75: Club chaosThe nightclub pulsed with bass, and the low thrum of music vibrated against walls gilded with neon light, making the room shake with each beat from the music. Laughter spilled from the mouths of painted, scantily clad women draped over velvet couches, their micro dresses clinging like second skins. The hot, stuffy air smelled of perfume, sweat, and alcohol. And something darker: money, sin, and power.At the center of it all lounged Luigi. The nightclub was one of the many that he had scattered across the country. He was reclining like a king on a t
NERO’S GAME CHAPTER 75: Club chaos
CHAPTER 75: Club chaosThe nightclub pulsed with bass, and the low thrum of music vibrated against walls gilded with neon light, making the room shake with each beat from the music. Laughter spilled from the mouths of painted, scantily clad women draped over velvet couches, their micro dresses clinging like second skins. The hot, stuffy air smelled of perfume, sweat, and alcohol. And something darker: money, sin, and power.At the center of it all lounged Luigi. The nightclub was one of the many that he had scattered across the country. He was reclining like a king on a throne, surrounded by a pair of escorts feeding him grapes as though he were Caesar reincarnate. He was grinning, drunk on his own arrogance, his silk shirt open to his chest, exposing the rows of gold chains that decorated his sturdy neck, further complimenting his fingers glittering with rings.He was laughing at something that one of the escorts had whispered into his ears, when the doors slammed open.The music see
NERO’S GAME CHAPTER 74: By Blood or Not
CHAPTER 74: By Blood or Not“I don’t,” Olivia replied quickly, though her trembling fingers gave her away.He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, like a predator humoring its prey. He liked seeing her so flustered. There was something about it that made her cuter. “Of course you don’t.” He turned toward his closet, tugging open the doors with one hand. “But still… interesting,” he added, turning immediately before she could read his eyes, and disappeared behind the doors.Finally alone again, Olivia’s shoulders sagged. She pressed her palm to her chest, her pulse unsteady, and exhaled heavily. She hated how he always twisted her words, how he could strip her bare with a single sentence, how he could easily upset and fluster her, making her a mess of tangled emotions. But the truth was there, clawing inside her chest; fear. Not just for herself, but for him. Yes, she was afraid for him. As much as she loathed it, he was the father of her child, her husband, and the thought of rais
NERO’S GAME CHAPTER 73: Worried about you
CHAPTER 73: Worried about youOlivia stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering against the heaviness of sleep. It was the kind of heaviness that only came with a drug induced sleep. The world around her swam before it settled into clarity: the same room, the dark sheets, and the same dark scent. But this time, mixed with the scent of soap, faint steam curled through the air. A soft sound reached her, water cascading against the tile. The shower.Her heart gave a frightened leap. For one very agonizing moment, she thought it might be another intruder. She feared that another attacker had managed to slip past Elena and the guards again. Her hands immediately clutched her stomach, her breath trapped in her chest, fear prickling her skin as her eyes darted to the bathroom door. She would at least put up a fight for the sake of her baby. The handle turned. Her breath ceased.Finally, the door opened with an easy motion, releasing a rush of steam that curled out into the room. And there he wa
NERO’S GAME CHAPTER 72: A canary sings
CHAPTER 72: A canary singsIn the center of the dark cold dungeon sat the intruder, stripped to the waist, tied to a chair, blood dripping down his jaw where the guards had already roughened him up. Dark, angry bruises were already painting an unsightly map on his body. Yet, his eyes burned with the stubborn defiance of a man who had already resigned himself to death. The guards, however, pitied him. He was yet to face the don. They had no doubts that his bravado would give way to fear soon, and he would begin to sing like a canary.Not very long after, Nero stood before him, still wearing the black dress shirt from his meeting with Viktor. The dark coat had been flung on the table as soon as he walked in. His sleeves were rolled neatly to his elbows, his wrist gleaming with gold. The expression on his face was a mask of control, but his molten eyes were darker, glinting with fire that mirrored the storm raging inside him. He was already simmering with rage after the meeting with Vikt
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